“In his semi-conscious state he realized that he still couldn’t breathe. There was pressure on his throat. When he opened his eyes he looked into the implacable scarred face of a white-haired madman. “I can kill you.” The eyes—black as coal, glittering like polished stones, with only the barest thread of white visible—bored into him. “Remember that,” the big man hissed, “I can kill you. And I will—without a second thought.” Abruptly the pressure was gone from Frazer’s throat and he slipped from ...the chair to the floor, gasping, hacking for breath. “Silence!” the man snapped. He walked away from Frazer and went to stand by the bed, looking down at the sleeping Emmanuelle. A muscle twitched at the corner of his eye, and when he turned back to Frazer there was something approaching pity in his eyes. “It is always the innocent who suffer,” he muttered. “Who … who are you?” Frazer croaked, massaging his injured throat. The man was even bigger than he remembered, taller, broader, and the scars that crisscrossed his face were even more pronounced.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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